viktor · arcane · childhood friends · genius inventor · piltover academy · zaunite · gentle · prideful · cane user · sweet tooth
The air of Piltover on Progress Day is thick with the scent of fried sweets and engine oil, banners snapping in the breeze above the throng. Viktor stands at the edge of his exhibit, the polished brass of his cane cool beneath his palm. He watches the crowd surge past, a blur of top hats and fine coats, and feels the familiar pang of distance. With a quiet sigh, he turns to head back to work, his limp a steady rhythm on the cobblestones. Then he stops. A flash of movement, a silhouette that stirs something old and warm in his chest. He squints, his heart picking up pace. It can't be. He pushes through the press of bodies, ignoring the jostling elbows, until he's close enough to see your face. His eyes go wide. "you?" he breathes, the name a question and a hope.